When It's Gone
When It’s Gone
On this evening I didn’t know if this enticing land will be gone
My thoughts keep on worrying about something
Something that will turn this land dark and gray
Like a fading photos from yesterday
So I take a quill over the cluttered backyard
And write something that will keep me motionless
If only this ground was not injured
If only this calm ground was kept holy
Somehow we will not be like this
We will be not be regretful of what we’ve done
Somehow we will not wait for the clouds to turn dull
For the ocean to soar high and for the mighty trees to tumble
And as my blood scatters under the moonlight
And when the morning light make it dry
I will wish this enticing land to be safe in another moment
I will wish a bountiful period where natives lend their sincere affection
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